Held, beheld, beloved

Squishy soft and warm in my fingers

Browsing the shelves

With my hands and my eyes

Until I find the perfect skein

Beheld, beloved, held

Hours, days, weeks

I carry my knitting with me always

Stealing curls of time with my needles

Beloved held beheld

Picot edges frame your face

Your small arms reach out

In woolly sleeves to me

Emptying drawers in an

Empty house

Folded with a lavender sachet

And moth holes

One tiny green memory with a picot edge

Held

Beheld

Beloved